They Want Me to Join Them

In a dream I'd seen
the demons of my darkest days.

They all looked so professional
their smiles curving in the evilist ways.

I'd forgotten I had befriended them,
I'd forgotten I had felt the power in the devil's golden pen.

ofcourse, I hadn't made any deals.
but they still follow at my heels.

they see the darkness in my stone cold soul,
they want me to join them; that I know.